i overdose on coffee with milk & the kind of music that really require drinks,

and dresses that float when you dance. it is also a sort of dance though, editing photographs.

at the moment a strenuous one, the kind that blots out hours, where suddenly it's nightand the body demands rest.

it's a part of my work, the part by the desk, ~ that i have a very dual relationship with.

i love it. as it is the adding the finishing touches to the work,

the last glances before everything is finally packed in folders.

inner images are finally photographs whose skin one can touch. feel against your own skin.

i hate it. long to get out, get away. onwards. love, hate. it sounds so black or white.

rather it’s a cocoon in shades of gray. it is said that one grows there. to fly anew.

i take breaks hanging over alexa chung's book, that has been waiting a long time in the book piles

for my full attention. for that, she deserves. and christ she’s lovely, this it-girl.

i get a huge urge to cut bangs like hers; the same as mom sported when we were little.

a jagged one that was stroked from her eyes with long, stunning fingers.

i wanna wear skirts so long they lightly touch the floor, beautiful braids casually up,and a warm neck with strands of hair that tickles in the breeze.summer. right now i wish for eternal summer, in childish stubbornness.
i want to sit, adults & children squashed in the big, old lions paw bathtubout on the meadow. before i go to sleep i greedily devour

several episodes of 'mad men' in a row, ~ & don draper says it beautifully.could sell anyone a slide film projector.

nostalgia, it’s delicate but potent.

in greek, "nostalgia" literally means

"the pain from an old wound."

it’s a twinge in your heart far

more powerful than memory alone.

this device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine.

it goes backwards, and forwards..

it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.

it’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel.

it let’s us travel the way a child travels

- around and around,

and back home again,

to a place where we know we are loved.

and suddenly it’s right there. that particular time in our lives.

appearing unexpectedly from paper bags to be sorted; receipts for the annual accounts.

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Again those beautiful words...I was looking forward to a new post - thanks for sweeten my lonely saturday (ok, not complete lonely, my old cat Rasmus is lying next to me at the couch and my little dog-girl Lola's head is lying at my feet). guess what, today I´ve bought myself a new camera - still exciting ;o) wish you both a happy evening and a good night. hugs from cooooold night in Germany, t.

Sweden is on my wishlist for long time...(maybe beacause I was the biggest ABBA Fan ever when I was a little girl? :D) - and for me it sounds great..."snow"...better than rain rain rain - together with cold temperatures - not really funny.... You live near your parents, right? So why not having a cat again? So you would have "help" ;o) Last night I woke up because Rasmus was laying is "hand" over my arm and purrs...it couldn´t be any cuter, right?